#writing helps coping?

[youchangedmedestiel]

This ficlet is called "You are perfect the way you are" (also available on AO3). This came to me because I wasn't feeling so great. I wanted to hear those words, instead I wrote them. But if you need to hear them too, then this is my gift to you. And also, you are perfect the way you are! This is clearly not my most elaborate fic but if it can help at least one person to feel better, then it makes my day. I hope you'll enjoy reading it:

"I love you." Cas declares, his arms holding himself up above Dean, his hands resting on the mattress at each side of his face.

"What's that for?" Dean chuckles, because what else can he do when Cas is facing him, blue eyes piercing deep in his, honesty all over his face.

"You are smart." He says, kissing his forehead.

"Right." Dean answers, not believing a word of it.

"You are funny." Cas adds, kissing the tip of his nose.

"Cas." Dean says quietly, he wants to tell him to stop but he can't.

"You are kind." Cas keeps trailing his road, kissing Dean's cheek, noticing the light blush starting to grow there. Dean wants to hide it, so he turns his face towards Cas's arm. "Dean." Cas tries to make him look at him again, but without success. Instead he uses his other hand to grab Dean's chin and make him look up at him. They lock eyes and he adds, "you are beautiful." And he kisses his lips before Dean gets the chance to look away again. It's a chaste and soft kiss. Dean chases it when Cas moves his head away.

"Are you done?" Dean asks, acting annoyed but his blush betrays him.

"No." Cas answers, squinting his eyes. "Did you listen to what I said?"

"Yeah. I'm clearly out of your league." Dean jokes, but Cas isn't.

"Dean!" He says loudly, frowning. He softens quickly when Dean looks up, his eyes wide open, surprised by Cas's tone. "You are perfect the way you are and I love you." Cas insists on every syllables, never looking away from Dean's eyes. Even when you're joking and it's not the time, he thinks. Dean can't escape this, trapped by Cas's body against the mattress. The only thing he can do is watch how sincere Cas looks when he pronounces those words.

"I love you too, Cas." Dean whispers, lifting his upper body from the mattress to reach out for Cas's lips with his. That kiss is not as chaste as the previous one. He grabs the back of his neck and pulls him down with him.

#what? #no this has nothing to do with what I felt lately #no I don't want someone to say those things to me #what are you talking about? #writing helps coping? #I don't feel like it applies to me #my only inspiration is those two idiots in love #destiel #deancas #castiel #dean winchester #writing is fun #it helps you deal #with - #with your favorite characters being cute #yeah that's right #denial #who's that? #don't know him #fanfiction #ao3 fic #kissing #post canon #dean has self-esteem issues #kisses #fluff #cas loves dean #dean loves cas #my destiel fanfic

[figuringthengsout]

Me right now

#how are we coping guys??? #i personally should write my thesis but in reality I'm stuck between seven other word documents #none of them related to kevjean/kerejean/jerejean at all 🤪🤪🤪 #help #aftg #jean moreau #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court

[realbeefman]

stacy is sooo interesting because she's in love with house but knows that they will never ever be able to have a healthy, stable, sane relationship because they're too similar so. she finds house-lite instead and marries him and. essentially moves on with her life! and is successful in this because she's a moderately well-adjusted person!

wilson, in contrast, never manages to escape the inevitable, in spite of his best efforts to find a house-lite of his very own, because he's an absolute fucking freak and ends up glued to house to the bitter. bitter end

#yeah im too sleepy to revise this. UNFILTERED posting wooahh #some may b shocked but i do actually read thru most of my posts several times to make sure i didnt accidentally write mein kampfe 2 #recently ive come to the realization that i am in fact not an incredibly chill person #and that the constant paranoia and fear in which i live my life is actually PROBABLY a symptom of severe anxiety #like damn. ive always known that im pretty prone to depression but ive preetty much always been aware of that #my mom is a chronic depressive so i know the symptoms i know the signs i have a pretty good arsenal of healthy coping mechanisms #UNFORTUNATELY mommy's mental health problems did not help her not abuse me as a child #so i ended up being a terribly anxious kid who was constantly being screamed at and told i was overreacting (because i was. because i had #a severe anxiety problem that was making me react irrationally.) to everything all the time #which is you know. it is VERY difficult to deal with a mental health problem when you arent aware you have a problem! #its incredible how much. better. my life has gotten since i figured this out and started actively trying to work out what triggers it #and being able to like. realize 'oookay. there is an Issue here and it needs to be overcome' #instead of just beating on myself constantly for not being able to do things without feeling sick or getting breathing problems! #anyways. trauma dumping in tags is over now! #house md #hilson #greg house #james wilson #stacy warner

[dreamissy]

What fucks me up about the Cazador fight is that in the end he is just some guy, a vampire sure, but just some guy.

Astarion’s stories build him up to be an inhumanly strong monster, his fear painting the picture of someone strong and terrifying. But once you get to him, Cazador is almost underwhelmingly plain and his entire fight isn’t the nightmare that you would have anticipated.

Sure, he has a few good spells but he spends most of the fight hiding behind his servants and turning himself into mist. A few well placed arrows and a few spells of your own and he goes down without barely any fight. It’s his servants that make the fight complicated.

Cazador himself is not a threat to your party. It’s those that he controls that are the danger and that’s why he lost as easily as he did. Because he couldn’t fathom that Astarion, someone he deemed his creation, someone he forced to do his abhorrent biddings for years, was part of what made Cazador so powerful.

Cazador without his “creations” is just a man.

Astarion without his “creator” is a man who’s loved.

#I am so not normal about this #I hope writing this down will help me cope #please note the quotations about creator and creations #Cazador did not create Astarion #Astarion is a mosaic of everything that happened to him and that includes so much love #astarion #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #elle rambles

[lightasthesun]

Sometimes, writing fan fiction is looking at your own disability and then assigning its symptoms to two characters for extra flavour. One for you, one for you, one more for you, and ONE MORE FOR YOU, before building an entire series around it lol

#why am i giggling #pls help my brain is fried #this is just so absurd #this is not a recommended way to cope lol but my therapist is shite #writing star wars be like whoops

[starleska]

oh my god GUYS. this line from the novelisation of The Giggle, from the Toymaker's perspective!!!! OF COURSE HE READS FAN FICS. OF COURSE HE KNOWS WHAT FANDOM IS!! WHAT ARE FANWORKS IF NOT A FORM OF PLAY?!?! 😭😭😭😭😭

#help ME ANY FAN FICTION WE WRITE ABOUT HIM IS TOYMAKER-SANCTIONED. I CAN'T COPE #the motherfucker HAS AN AO3 ACCOUNT 😂😂😂 #i am losing my actual mind. what a legend #the toymaker #doctor who #the giggle #the giggle novelisation #doctor who novelisation #doctor who spoilers #the doctor #the giggle spoilers #dw #dw spoilers #doctor who 60th anniversary #doctor who 60th anniversary spoilers #fourteenth doctor #fifteenth doctor #starleskatalks

[graceofagodswrath]

She tore across the fields, the deserts and the oceans. She destroyed villages, cities and empires. She jumped across planets and worlds, ravaging, killing, burning. Nothing could stop a woman with such rage in her soul.

And a mother’s wrath in her bones.

It had been peaceful. An out of the way back world planet, green and bright. An oasis form of the planet earth. And it was a secret. A secret she kept between her and her child. A little boy, sweet as can be. With swirling black curls atop his head and big honey brown eyes, he’d stare at the only home he knew with playful awe. He’d dance while she tended to the garden, sing as they walked the wood’s paths. He’d ask a million questions about a million things, and she rarely grew tired of it. He filled her days with entertainment and happiness, and she filled his with knowledge and play.

But all good things end. That is the universe’s constant cycle. She came back from a mountainous trip to find her home ravaged, and her boy gone. She tore through the ruins, a woman of green spirits no longer. Now, she was fire and brimstone. A mountain of storm.

It didn’t take long for her to find the tracks. She called back to her dark past, the one she ran from to keep her child in a net of safety. It only did so much good. So she called back that dragon fire fury of her warrior days, and hunted down those scavenging fools who’d taken her only treasure.

And caught them she did. She stormed their ship, all metal and fang, claw and bullet, sweeping through them like a hurricane. Blood and carcasses painted the bridge in eerie art.

But she did not find her boy. However, She did find her next target. And it would not be long until they’d tasted the rage of her blades.

So beware the venomous scorn of a woman.

And the hellfire of a mother’s wrath.

#my fiction #humans are crazy #humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are weird #humans are deathworlders #my writing #writing #flash fiction #maternal instincts #sorry I took a while to post my fiction #been having a shitty week #but hopefully I’ll start doing it a bit more often #to help me cope with the stress

[phantoms-lair]

Izuku 1/2 - better name pending -Snip

"You haven't used your quirk." Izuku looked up from the snack he got at the vendors. "The first two events of the Sports Festival are over." Todoroki stated. "You could have handled the obstacle course with ease with your wings, no one would have been able to touch you. Instead you handicapped yourself."

"This is not a criticism I need to hear from someone who's only been using half their quirk the entire year." Izuku pointed out.

"It's not a criticism, I just wanted to know if...if we're doing it for the same reason." There was an edge of desperation in his voice. An almost need that somebody would understand.

"It's not just that I'm not using it." Izuku unscrewed the the cap of his water and pour some on his exposed arm, where it beaded up unnaturally. "I've made it so I can't. There was a time when these water-based transformation quirks were a lot more common, so they developed a type of waterproof soap to prevent accidents." "Why?' Todoroki breathed.

"Because," Izuku seemed to falter for a second before steeling himself. "I love my quirk. I love how useful it can be in being a hero. But I am NOT my quirk. My potential, my capacity to help, to grow, to achieve, those things are me and not a magical transformation. So many people see a hero and their potential as as nothing more than their quirk and they're wrong." Izuku ended his impromptu speech with a snarl.

Todoroki sat down hard. Blood pounded in his ears as Midoriya's words repeated themselves again and again in his ears I am not my quirk.

Because his quirk was all he'd even been. He'd been born for it, his siblings had been born in their attempts to make what would be his quirk. His childhood, his training, everything he'd ever been was because of his quirk, and the bastard that gave him half of it.

I am not my quirk

They're wrong

"Todoroki, are you okay?"

"Do you really believe there's more to me than my quirk?"

Izuku was quiet for a moment. "Todoroki, who do I need to have Sensei beat up?"

Sheer confusion brought him back to his sense for a bit. "What?" "If I beat them up I'm going to get expelled. Sensei, he -he really doesn't care." "He doesn't care about going toe to toe with the number 2 pro hero?" Todoroki asked skeptically. To his surprise, Midoriya grinned. "Well, the last pro hero was a hugely disappointing fight, so this would probably be a treat."

"Who was the last hero?"

"Not gonna name names, but someone who thought me being quirkless meant I should be abused and be thankful for the opportunity to serve my betters."

That was sick. "I hope your Sensei kicked his ass." Izuku grinned. It wasn't a nice grin. "He did." Then his grin faltered. "I was a late bloomer. Eight years old." "Did things get better?" Todoraki asked. "Almost immediately." Izuku said bitterly. "But that was almost worse because, things didn't really change, I just wasn't someone less evolved, so how they treated me was wrong. But...that's not why it was wrong and the next quirkless person or person with an unactivated quirk would be treated just how I was. So I want to change the idea that quirks are what's important. I'm going to do my best to win the sports festival quirkless. I'll show everyone just what the quirkless can do!"

Todoroki's hands gripped his knees. "My father, Endeavor - the number two hero. He bought my mother because he wanted her quirk. He wanted to create a strong enough quirk to unseat All Might. It took him four tries to succeed. He doesn't really care about my siblings, just me - his masterpiece." "And your mother?" Izuku was almost afraid to ask.

"She's been in a mental hospital since I was small."

"Consider his ass kicked." Izuku took a swing of his water. "Todoroki...I completely support you not using your fire today, but you're going to have to use it in hero work eventually. So," Izuku grinned. "How would you feel about using it in a way impossible for Endeavor?"

"Impossible for Endeavor?" Todoroki tilted his head like a confused cat. "For all his faults as a human being, he's a master of the flame."

Izuku snorted. "Master? His abilities are no fire, yes fire, and unreasonable amount of fire. What I'm talking about is being a rescue hero."

Todoroki let out a small laugh at Izuku's description of Endeavor's capabilities. The first Izuku had ever heard him make. "What do you mean a rescue hero? I'm clearly most suited for combat."

"And according to the people growing up the only thing I was suitable for was a training tool for actual quirked people to practice their quirks on, so fuck was people say we're 'suited' for'." Izuku paled. "Please don't tell my Mom I said that. But your quirk would be perfect for rescue work."

"How so?"

"You can make fire at will. You could keep people warm in an avalanche - and your ice could do the opposite in an overheating situation. You could be light in a cave in or night rescue. You could combine your fire and ice to make fresh water, or use your fire to cook. Your ice could act as supports to prevent further collapse, kind of like Rock Lock's quirk. You would be an AMAZING rescue hero. And all of it would be using both sides of your quirk to help and comfort rather than just attack. And that's kinda of what I meant by something Endeavor wasn't capable of. He's sort of a combat monster, for a given value, but that's all he is."

That was...that was a lot of things no one had ever told him before. He was told since his quirk appeared that he was going to be the best hero, and to do that he needed to take down villains. But to Midoriya, he had potential outside of combat. To help those that needed it the most without causing harm. That the fire he hated so much could be used as a gentle warmth.

Midoriya was right. That was impossible for his father.

"A rescue hero. I...I think I like that. Thank you for you guidance."

"We both have something to prove." Midoriya he'd out his water bottle like a toast. "Let's mess with their conceptions."

Todoroki grinned and tapped his own water bottle to Midoriya's. "Let's"

~

"Your sensei is BATTLE GRANNY!!!!!!!"

#BnHA #Ranma 1/2 #Ghost Writing #For anyone just tuning in Izuku's 'quirk' is a jusenkyo curse #He cursed himself on purpose but the how quickly people started treating him better once he was quirked left a lot of resentment in him #Also Ranma's been his martial arts sensei since he was eight #That had some influence on him #Also I see a lot of fics where Todoroki not using his fire is viewed as insulting to the other competitors #when it's very much a 'this isn't about them' #Like his coping methods are not healthy and hes literally hurting himself giving himself frostbite #But what he needs is help #not condemnation #Izuku's redirecting his views from fire=Endeavor to fire=rescue

[kyouka-supremacy]

So no sskk?

#😭😭😭 C'mon 😭😭😭 #We deserved it!!! After what the anime did to us!!!!!! #On a different note Dazai finally died 🥳🥳🥳 Love wins #I guess I'll look at that panel of Akutagawa carrying Atsushi bridal style (not really but I'm coping) till the new chapter comes out. Eh #I wanted them to fight... We really can't have nice things #Ugh. WE REALLY CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS I'm okay actually I just. Nnnggggggghhhhhhhh #I /know/ the manga doesn't revolve around sskk (unfortunately) but I can't help but wish they'd have more screentime... #By the looks of it. Since Dazai absolutely can't die. Some ada ally is going to write on the page to rewrite everything soon #(page that they acquired somehow in the meantime. Don't ask. I just don't think there's any other way this could go. #A Ranpo ex machina or something) #And the arc is going to be soon done with. But I don't want it to end yet I want my juicy sskk conflict... #I wanted them to deepen the “I know you're still in there” “Why did you save me” plotlines... C'mon... #(((I wanted homoerotic bloodsucking))) #(((If we have a whole vampire arc ending without even a single scene of homoerotic bloodsucking in it #you're never going to hear the end of me))) #Alas... Maybe there's still hope. #I hope the skkers enjoyed the skk (╥﹏╥) #random rambles

[zhongrin]

imagining zhongli coming home to a spic-and-span house and a fully stocked pantry, apples and oranges stacked neatly and red decorations with golden-colored writings lining up the walls and doors. zhongli kissing your forehead lovingly as you walk up to him with a proud smile, praising you and commenting on your hard work and dedication.

past the decorations and bountiful food, he sees the love in your actions, the blisters on your hand and the tired slouch of your back despite the bright expression on your beautiful face. he sees the honor you uphold for the traditions he adores and habitually follows, by the way things are prepared just like what he's told you in his stories - tales of old that could have just entered and left through your other ear. still, you persevere and devote and love him as your husband, and he thinks he's so lucky, to be able to spend each and every lantern rite with you from now on, and many more times in the future.

rex lapis is but a mortal now, and while you are of the same constitution, zhongli upholds you more than how his people used to revere him and promises to keep you in his heart for as long as he exists in this mortal plane.

#rin writes #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #me: *gets blisters cleaning and prepping the house for cny the past few days* #also me: *copes by writing* #i'm so tired help

[belovedapollo]

the quiet, the peace and the demons inside 🖋️ reblog is ok, don’t repost, edit or use

#my photos #my journal #my notebook #my writing #journal #journaling #journal therapy #journal writing #journaling helps #writing journal #writing #writing heals #writblr #coping with depression #borderline thoughts #dark aesthetic #dark academia #dark academic aesthetic #journal spread

[bootyful-seventeen]

Oh gosh okay so I went back to marinating more on long haired Jihoon, but specifically long haired Jihoon getting pegged has me chewing on the bars of my enclosure to get out

Like just think of how pretty he'd look when he's on all fours and your fucking into him!! His chest blushed and heaving from how needy he is for you and the way your touch just feels so good and electric running along your skin! Your fingers then threading through his hair to pull his head up to see his thoroughly fucked out and flushed face in the mirror you placed in front of the bed. His eyes rolling back into his skull as cute little whimpers and cries slip from his lips when you brush your lips along his shoulder and licking up his neck before nibbling on his earlobe. Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh and even the louder moans he'd make if you gripped his cheeks in your hands and pounded him into the mattress, his back arching so nicely that you can't help but run a hand up his spine and wrap his long hair around your fist while he trembled underneath you whimpering about how he's gonna cum. Your eyes dropping down to watch his slick hole swallowing your strap on with ease from being played with for so long before getting bent over. Jihoon's whines getting louder from hand slipping between his thighs to jerk off his leaky cock until he's releasing spurts onto the sheets under him. Tears springing from his eyes as you fuck him at a harder and faster pace until he was left gasping for air, his thighs shaking from keeping his ass up when your strap slips out of his trembling hole and a relieved smile on his face as you cooed about how good he was for you, and how he looks so pretty all fucked out like this between kisses along his spine

#seventeen smut #woozi smut #jihoon smut #i'm sorry i'm back in my geto jihoon thoughts of him with some long hair. like long ass hair like him and this started cuz #i saw a post on ig from the alley saying that they'll have more jjk merch coming soon and i really wanna get the keychains #especially since my slutty little toji is included too like oh my god #but yeah i think i might be good enough to try writing again but bit by bit #mostly cuz the ways i've been coping with stress and anxiety hasn't been as effective but writing this has helped me calm down a bit #and get me focused on something else cuz i've had too many peer reviews that i think i should probably get assessed by a doctor soon #but yee ya girl sammy is making baby steps of a return rn since writing this didn't feel draining at all and it made me so happy!!! #this shit has me feeling like austin powers when he got his mojo back lmaooooo #m:jihoon

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1298

Whumptober #30: "It's okay, just to say, I'm not okay."

Song: I'm Not Okay - Chris Catalyst

Your caretaker watches as the whumpee tears themselves apart, and waits for them to accept help.

'Heartache hiding in plain sight' - Your whumpee is no good at hiding their emotions. When they think no-one is looking they let their mask fall, but the caretaker is always there to see the distant look in their eyes.

'If you’re reeling off the rails.' - The whumpee partakes in self-destructive activities. Maybe it's obvious, maybe it's not, either way it has a blatant affect on their relationships and body.

'There's no burden to explain' - The caretaker wants to scream this at the whumpee. They want to grab them by the shoulders and tell them that it's alright - please, you're allowed to confide in me.

'We can sit and talk all night' - When your whumpee finally breaks, your caretaker knows it wont be a simple chat over dinner. It's going to be messy and emotional and at an inconvenient time. But the whumpees need for help overrides the discomfort of staying up late. The caretaker vows to listen for as long as they need, because the whumpee was beginning to severely worry them.

'My home is your home, 'Cause sometimes I, Feel like you, too' - Perhaps the caretaker had gone through a similar situation - maybe they can sympathise with the whumpee. They've said time and time again that their home is the whumpees home (maybe they share the house), but the whumpee insists that they're okay - that they don't want to get in their way.

'I can make the tea and I can make the time' - If the whumpee 'doesn't have the time', then the caretaker was going to physically make it, even if they have to rearrange the whumpees calendar to get them so slow down.

'So if your conscious needs a clean. Maybe a dose of dopamine Loosen ligatures and wrap yourself in me' - The caretaker sees how the whumpee shy's from touch, and almost makes it their mission to give the person a hug - a meaningful hug that tells them that the whumpee is not at fault for feeling the way they do/reacting the way they have. Their actions are forgivable - everyone processes their experiences differently.

'Any day, any time I'm not a judge, there isn't a crime It's okay, just to say I'm not okay' - Eventually the whumpee does come knocking. They're sheepish and ashamed but trembling like a leaf. "I'm sorry." They say, crying, followed by "I'm not okay."

#long post #whumptober2023 #whump #writing #prompts #angst #worry #bad coping mechanisms #comfort #song prompt #not really a narrative to this #but I like the idea of a caretaker watching the whumpee destroy themselves before accepting help

[dizzybizz]

ok but what if i was a huge kaeya stan, what then

#ive been having an awful art day HELP D: #scribbling kaeya is my coping mechanism #it usually works #hes very blurry bc i didnt wanna bother with his outfit <33 ily bbg but ur clothes are the bane of my existence #sometimes u just gotta let go of all the pressure u put on urself and go all loosey goosey with it #thats what this is #genshin impact #genshin #kaeya alberich #genshin kaeya #my art #fanart #if uve read this far: hi hope ur doing well and are having a bearable day/night <333 #i dont know why im still writing tags these are irrelevant lmao aight i need to call it here before i add any more-

[v-a-l]

My favourite detail in OOTP is when Harry finds Sirius at the dining hall Crookshanks is curled up in his lap. Like he’s surrounded by people screaming at him about “Dumbledore’s instructions”, not allowed to go outside cause the ministry and Death Eaters are gunning for him, he’s being called irresponsible and reckless and he’s brushing it all aside cause boy does he know how to deal with people screaming at him in this house, any regardless: he’s still got Crookshanks. He’s got Buckbeak and they remain Sirius’ first and last line of defence

Harry felt something brush against his knees and started, but it was only Crookshanks, Hermione’s bandy-legged ginger cat, who wound himself once around Harry’s legs, purring, then jumped onto Sirius’s lap and curled up. Sirius scratched him absentmindedly behind the ears as he turned, still grim-faced, to Harry.

Harry did not mention his vague suspicions to Sirius, whose cheerfulness was evaporating fast now that Christmas was over. As the date of their departure back to Hogwarts drew nearer, he became more and more prone to what Mrs. Weasley called “fits of the sullens,” in which he would become taciturn and grumpy, often withdrawing to Buckbeak’s room for hours at a time. His gloom seeped through the house, oozing under doorways like some noxious gas, so that all of them became infected by it.

#Sirius Black #one day I’ll write a thesis about the constant ableist language used to address Sirius in OOTP #one day we’ll talk about JKR passing judgement on trauma and coping with it through fifteen year old Hermione #one day I’ll talk about how OOTP is so severely unempathetic to Sirius #It’ll forever remain ridiculous to me that Sirius of all people is the story’s biggest example of tell don’t show. he’s not irresponsible #he’s not selfish #yet we’re told so #again and again #by Molly and Hermione #and it’s consistently in a patronising arrogant way from people who could not even hope to understand what he’s been through #I think it’s particularly telling that no one offers to HELP Sirius. to do anything. in OOTP #JKR’s ableism in her language and connotations with the way people speak of Sirius says So Much #her tell don’t show works consistently against her in that the narrative validates Sirius. #in the end he is right. but it doesn’t matter anymore cause he’s dead

[deancaskiss]

~ starry

#poetry #poem #loss #grief #bex writing #stanza #I’ve written a lot like this recently #nothing helps to cope though #just a hole where life once stood #a chunk of me that’s gone forever #not gonna tag anyone because I’m sure no one wants to read this #but posting it anyway because the journey through grief is difficult to navigate